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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c
Vol. XI. WEDNESDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 13, 1876. No. 37.
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HEFE CAME.
I wandered by the brook-side,
1 wandered by the mill,
I could not hear the brook flow,
The noisy wheel was still;
There was no bumr of grassbhopper,
Nor chirp of any bird,
Bat the beaftig of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.
1 sat beneath the elm tree.
I watched the lofig,.long shade,
And as it grew still longer,
I did not feel afraid;
For I listened for a foot-fwl,
I listened for a word
Bat the beating or myD-wn heart
Wags all the sound I haud.
He came not-no, he eaa not
The nght came on aloi;
The little stars sat one by one,
Each on his goldent throne;'
The evening air passed bi, my cbeeks,
The leaves above were stirred
But the beatingof my own hearm
Was all the -soundlI heard..
Fast, silent tears were flowiag,
When something stood behind
A hand was on my shoulder,
times, and I would know him at a
glance but never by the printed
descriptions I have seen-but stay
-as I live !"
The stranger gave a start of
astonishment, and before I could
inquire the reason, added in a
suppressed tone:
"Don't look, at present, at the
person of whom I'm going to
speak. He sits on the end next
us of the . third seat in fRo>nt, on
the opposite side. Wait a mo
ment, and then scan him cau
tiously."
I did as directed, and saw a
young gentleman, whose face wore
a disturbed expression as he kept.
glancing about anxiously.
"Do you know him?" I in
quired.
"I do." whispered the stranger.
"Who is he ?"
"Dick Nimblenib I"
I half sprung to my feet!Ry
purpose being to arrest the man
on the spot. The stranger's hand
on my arm restrained me.
"Not so fast," said he, "or you
may spoil all. Though not a pro
fessional, I'll give you a bit of ad
vice for. what it's worth. Keep
the man in sight till he leaves the
train; then follow him to his
hiding -place, where you'll have a
chance not only to find such con
firmatory proofs as shall remove
all doubt of his guilt, but. may
succeed in bagging his accom
plices."
The advice seemed so wise that
I determined to follow it.
At the next station the stranger,
who told me his name was Pil
chard, took his leave, wishiny
success to my enterprise.
The young man forward, from
whom I scarce once removed my
eyes, grew more fidgety as the
time passed. His looks wan
dered distrustfully from side to
side, and as each new comer en
tered, his startled manner be
trayed a feeling akin to fright.
Station after station was passed ;
but though his agitation increased
every moment the young man
never left his seat. Patiently as
a cat in ambush 1 kept watch,
longing for the moment to make
the fatal spring.
It was growing dusk when we
stopped at a large town where
fifteen minutes were allowed for
supper.
There gas a general rush of the
passengers3, and in the confusion
I lost sight of my man. He had
certainly passed out with the
crowd. I should probably find
him in the supper room. I went
through it, but he was not there.
I searched high and low ; he was
nowhere to be found.
The last thing to do was to keep
watch as the passetigers returned
to take their places. 'With the
vigilance of a sentinel, I paced the
platform by the side of the wait
ing train, but he (lid not return.
I exhausted inquiry and descrip
tion, but in vain. I could gain no
trace of the missing forger. How
I blamed my stupidity in allowing
him to slip through my fingers,
and all through giving heed to
the shallow advice of that officious
Pichard. How could I have been
such a donkey ?
Another train would leave in a
couple of hours. Possibly Nim
blenib might resume his journey
on that, tMhinking to break his
trail by the interval. There was
nothing better than to wait and
The time passed slowly, but my
patience was rewarded at last.
A carriage drove up, and who
should step out but the person I
was seeking, followed by a lady
to whom he offered his arm?
I advanced and laid my hand
uion his shoulder.
"I have orders to arrest you," I
said.
The man seemed thunderstruck,
and the lady uttered a scream.
"I have done nothing to make
me amenable to the law," said the
former, recovering himself with
an effort.
"Youl'l have an opportunity to
prove that," I answered, "but my
present duty is to take you into
custody."
"May 1 ask on what charge ?"
Before 1 had time to answer, a
tu, florid old gentleman came
bustling from a train which ha<
just arrived, and catching sigh
of my prisoner and his companion
began to berate them soundly.
"This man is under my pro
tection," I said, addressing th<
choleric stranger, "and I canno
permit Lim to be abused."
"I don't see what business it i
of yours," returned the testy gen
tieman.
"He is my prisoner," I said, witl
dignity.
"Your prisoner!" he exclaimed
"I know the rascal deserves hang
ing for running away with m3
niece-leastwise she ran awa3
yesterday, and he followed her to
day, it seems. I got on thelr tracl
by accident; but I don't see wha
concern it is of yours."
"I havei arrested him on a charg(
of forgery," I explained.
"The more fool you!" was th(
abrupt - retort. "Whatever ob
jections I may have to Ned Par
sons marryiug my niece, he's i
honest fellow, and no more a for
ger than yourself !"
"You're mistaken in the per
son," I replied. "This.is Richart
Nimblenib."
"Don't let him harm Ned, deai
uncle," pleaded the lady, coax
ingly.
"If he touches a hair of tb<
dog's head; I'll have the law o:
him!" exclaimed the old gentle
man.
"You see we were married at
hour ago," continued the lady; "and
it can't be helped now ; won't yot
forgive and bless us, uncle, dear ?
A light dawned upon me. In
stead of catching a forger, I har
only been marring a wedding. A
any rate, 5ne"good came of it
My interference had so turned the
uncle's wrath against myself, that
he answered his 'iete's last re
quest with a grant that had mor(
of "yes" than "no" in it.
I quietly took the next trait
for home. After an hour or twf
of not very pleasant meditation,
slap on the shoulder broke mj
revery. It was my friend, Ser
geant Spottem, -who had com<
aboard at the last station.
"I say, Bill, I'm in luck !" h4
cried.
"How so ?"
"I've just nabbed ..Nimblenib
and have him under guard in th4
smoking ear. Come and take
look at him."
I accompained my friend, an<
whom do you .think I'discovere<
in the pe:-son of the forgeri
None other than the affable Mr
Pilchard, who had given me sue!
goo'd advice in the morning, an<
whose perfect disguise had corn
pletely baffled my power of recog
nition by description.
I felt that I was not speciall
called to be a detective, and fae<
the fact with resignation.-Ledger
A young man' from one of thi
suburban districts was in to on'
of our tailor shops getting'meas
ured for a vest, the other after
noon..
'Married or unmarried ?' quer
ed the merchant, after takin,
down the number.
'Unmarried,' said the youni
man, with a blesh.
'Inside pocket on the left hans
side, then,' observed the tailor, a
i to himself, making a memorar
dum to that effect.
After a moment's pause, th
young man from the suburbs wa
prompted to ask :
'What difference does my hein
-married or unmarried make witi
the inside pocket of the vest.'
'Ah, my .dear sir,' observed th
tailor. with a bland smile, 'all th
difference possible as you musr
see. Being unmarried you wan
the pocket on the left side so as t
bring the young lady's pictur
next to your heart.'.
'But don't the married man als
want his wife's picture next to hi
heart ?' queried the anxious youtt
'Possibly there is an instange c
that kind,' said the tailor, archin
his eye brows, 'but I never hear
of it.'
Samuel L. Evans, of Salt Lake
has within three months. marrie
the mother and the aunt of
wif ha he nale nssessed.
~ieteingens.
REGULAR EATING.
Half of all ordinary disease:
would be b4nished from civilize(
life, and dyspepsia become almos
unknown, if everybody would ea
but twice a day at regular times
and not an atom between meals
the intervals being not less that
five hours, that being the tim<
required to digest a full meal an<
pass it out of t,he stomach.
If a person bat2 between meah
r the process of digestion of tho
food.already in the stomach is ar
rested, until the last which ha
been eaten is brought in.to th<
condition of the former meal, jusl
as if water is boiling and ice ii
put in, the whole ceases to boi
until the ice has been melted anc
brought to the boiling point and
then the whole boils together.
But it is a law of nature that al
food begins to decay, to rot,'aftei
exposure to heat and moisture foi
a certain time. If a meal is eaten
and in two hours another, thi
whole remains undigested foi
seven hours, before v hich tim(
the rotting process commences
and- the man has his stomach ful
ofcarrion-the very idea of which if
horribly disgusting ; but thai
such is the case the unendurabl(
odor of~ the belchings demon
strates.
As, then, all the food in th(
stomach is in a rotting condition
in a state of fermentive decay, il
becomes unfit for the purposes o:
nutrition and for making good
pure blood. Small wonder it ii
that 'dy.peptics have such a va
riety of symptoms and aches, and
complaints in everyjpart of the
system, for there is not one drof
of pure blood in the whole body
hence the nerves, which feed or
this impure and hnperfect blood
are not properly nourished, and
as a consequence; become diseased
They "con-.plain" they are hun
gry-and like a hungry man, are
peevish, fretful, restless. We cal
it nervousness, an1d no one evei
knew a dyspeptic who.was no1
restless, fretful,-fidgety and essen
tially disagreeable, fretful and uin
certain.
The stomach is made up of a
Snumber of muscles, all of whici
bare brought into requisition in the
process of digestion. But n<
1muscle can work* always. Th<
1busy heart is in a state of perfect re
pose for one-third of its time. Th<
eye can wink twice in a second
but this could not be continue<
Ifive minutes. Tbe'hands and feel
. must have rest ; and so with the
. muscles of the stomach ; they on
ly rest when there is no work foi
,them to do-no food in the stom
Sach to digest. Even a five- hours
interval and eating thrice a day
they are kept constantly at worn
from breakfast until the last niea
is disposed of,'usually ten o'clocl
at night. But multitudes da
heartily within an hour of be<
-time ; thus while the other por
tions of the body are at rest, the
stomach is kept laboring until ai
inost daylight, and made to begir
again at breakfast time.' No won
der is it that the stomach is worr
out-has lost its power of actionJ
Many~ girls become dyspeptic be
fore they are out of their teens
in consequence of being about~th4
house and nibbling at every thin
they lay their eyes on that is goc4
to eat.-Hall's Journal of Blealt)
Who ever saw a piano that ha
not been recommended by Ru
binustei n, or a sewing macbin
that has not taken a first pre
tmium?
An inmate of a Michigan pool
house put his gold watch and $20
under his pillow, and while li
slept they were stolen.
s"I'll take your part," as th
. dog said when he robbed the ca
of her portion of the dinner.
STaxidermy for parents-If yO
want to keep your children do nc
stuff them.
i The Danbury News man says
a "If we had nothing else to do w~
soulrd like to be sick."
MRS. PETTIT.
She is too diffident to appear ii
public as lecturer or even readei
and too unconventional to tole
rate the fashionable mobs of Ac
ciety. People who have beej
stirred by her trenchant edi
torials, or have felt the tear
rise and their hearts soften at th,
pathos of her poems, mana'ge wit]
dfficulty-to penetrate to her home
and are amazed to find a litti
roly-poly, rese-tinted, merry do
of a woman, busied with orphai
asylums, or creches for babies, o:
any other business which wil
bring children about her. He
husband is Professor J. Pettit, we]
kn6wn to the scientific world; hi
cotnfesses that for much of the re
search -in German libraries, an<
all the statistics of his great worl
on'"The Political History of Eu
ropean Peoples," we are indebte<
to his wife, who felt it her duty t<
be his helpmate in that work a
much as in preparing the delicion
game suppers in which his sou
delights.
During the last two years, a
all the writing world knowF
rs. Pettit has.had charge of on,
of the leading monthly periodicalh
of. the eftry, the popular au
thor whose name weights it a
editor being only a figure head foi
the public eye. She has a littli
closet of an office in- the publish
ing house, where she sits for fiv
hours each day in close-fittin
gown of brown serge, grapplinj
with the heap,of manuscripts tha
grows with every mail. There i
piobably no subject or fact knowi
to modern thought with whici
she is not thus brought in con
tact in the course of the year
At 4 P. M. she locks her offic,
door,,and goes home, and thee
is not a more picturesque or bet
ter dressed- woman; or daintie:
dinner in- New York,iban thos<
which welcome her husband-an<
her boys an hour later. Hei
sons are very proud of their lit
tie mother; there ia nothing whie]
she does not know, they will tel
you, though perhaps babies an<
pottery are her strong pointE
She is infallible in questions o
teething, and doles out the mos
advanced theories of. hygiene t'
young mothers. Collectors of rar
china, or Japanese bronzes, tak
their specimens to her for a fina
verdiet; indeed, one can hardl3
tell whether her touch is mnor,
affectionate and tender when.hand
ling a new-born baby or an ol<
cracked tea-pot.-By Mrs. R. L:
.Davis in Scribner.
SPOTTED TAIL's flEA VEN.-A cor
respondent of the New Yor]
Tribune comes to the front to de
fend the right, of every man t
iiniagine aheaven of his own. H
says: In a recent editorial at
ticle.upon "The iRed Man and iRE
ligion," you say that "this Spotte
Tail knoNs no more of heavel
than the mustang which ho es
pects. to ride there." 1 do nc
quarrel with this proposition, bu
ask w bat more do any.of us know
This' was one of the queries sus
gested by the reading of that ai
tidle. True, our theologians clair
to know all about heaven, an
possess a sort of monopoly of thi
information, if we may believ
their assumptions. But, after al
what is theology but man's theor
of God and his works ? lIt is nc
even reduced to a science, excp
so far as science itself has reveale
God through his works. We o3
pect to ride into heaven upon thei
-mustang of orthodoxy, while th
red man expects to ride into an
through heaven upon the mul
tang of nature. What is ther
more incongruous in the Indian
conception of heaven as a buntin
ground than in our commercit
conception of its golden streel
and precious' stones ? The trat
is, the Indian's conception<
God and heaven is the highes
conception of earthly power an
good, and our orthodox con cej
tions are no better.. He takes h
love of his chase, we take our los
of avarice; he his pony, we oi
gold..
Let us not then condemn or
another before sentence has bee
pmundc by some competent al
thority, which may possibly de
cide that Spotted Tail knows as
3 much about heaven as his more
astute theological brethren. Or
let us be consistent and admit that,
- in the nature of the case, none of
1 us know, or can know, absolutely,
- anything about it.
THE WRONG WAY.
Did you 'ever hear of the man
who kissed his hand to his-wife,
"but the wind blew the kisses the
wrong way?" There must be a
e great deal of that sort of ill wind
in the world. When a man is all
r genialty in company, and is cross
1 and fault-finding at home, no doubt
a his intentions are good enough ; it
- is only the. wind has blowed his
I good nature the wrong way. How
L often some ill wind blows all a
woman's smiles and graces away
i from her own home. She gets
discouraged with such a wind af
3. ter a while, and doesn't try any
s more. Compliments, little atten
I tions, tender words, how apt they
are to be blown toward the wrong
3 object by some evil-minded wind.
It's a pity all this couldn't be set
s right;. for humai nature is much
the same everywhere, and the
- mere fact of iparriage does not
change it. Little attentions of all
. sorts please a woman just as much
a when she is Mrs. as when she is
- Miss. Courtesy is never amiss at
a any time and on the other hand,
a woman's megrims are not attrac
Stive, or her curl-papers becoming, if
t she is ten times your wife. The
3 opinion of the people with whom
i one has to live, is ofso much more
consequence to ones comfort than
- any other comfort whatever, it is
really a pity that some wind of
3 good should not blow all the best
3. and pleasant&t things in the di
rection of 6nr- dhi7y companidhs.
We could much better afford to
disenchant and displease the com
ers, who can stay away from us
Vif theyAdon't like our society. One
- can bear the disapprobation of
Sthe outside world if at home one
is sure of rest and solace. Hap
py that man who is sure of wel
come at his onv n fireside-for
fwhom wait his wife's smiles, his
Schildren's kisses, his very dog's
Sglad bark. Such men there are
S-and you may be sure they are
Sthe men who deserve what they
A SENSIBLE GIRL.
"Some months ago," says a
writer, "I met a young English
woman who came to this city to
marry a young man to whom she
was affianced in England, and
who had come to this country
C two years previous to engage in
business. She was to marry him
o at the home of a i'riend of her
e mother's with whom she was
-making up her wedding outfit, he
came.to see her one evening when
b e was just drunk enough to be
a foolish. She was shocked and
pained beyond measure. She then
t leai-ned, for the first time, that he
was in the habit of drinking fre
?quently to excess. She imme
diately stopped her preparations,
and told him she could not marry
a him. He protested that she would
d drive him to distraction ; prom
s ised never to drink another drop,
e etc.
l, 'No,' she said, 'I dare not trust
V my future happiness to a man who
t |bas formed such a habit. I came
t three thousand miles to marry the
d man I loved, and now, rather than
Sto marry a drunkard, 1 will go
r three thousand miles back again.'
e And she went, and thus proved
d herself wise and strong. Better a
- thousand times dissolve the ten
e derest tie, than to be linked to that
s "body of death'l a loathesome,
ghelpless drunkard.
LBut how many young womeL
s5 there are who would falter, and
h hesitate, and yield, and put faitk
f' in a drunkard's word ! H ow many
t have already done so, whose
d throbbing hearts only ceased theil
- hopeless aching, in the chillina
15 silence of the sepulch~re.- Oh, wo
e man be careful where you step
r Let every woman take a firrr
stand on this ground, and il
e would do more to prevent intern
n perance than any present meani
m. can accomplish.
TILE EVILS OF USING TO
BACCO.
The following article, taken
from the Country Gentleman, ?o
thrillingly sets forth the fearful
results -of, using tobacco. that the
most hardened sinner must re
pent -and -hasten t6-be wiseafter
readin'g it:
First- experiment; a hog Was
shut up in a tight pen, and his
only food wais one-half pound of
tobacco a day. In one week he
had lost four pounds. Second, a
mule was placed in a stall without
food. Two plugs of tobacco were
placed before her twice a day. f
She grew gradually restive. On
the third day one plug was forced
down her throat, when she tore.
the experimenter's ear with 'he
teeth, showing the bad effect to
bacco has,on one's disposition. It
was then found necessary to muz
zle her so that she could not open
her mouth. At the end of eight i
days she died. Third, a dog was
naied- i5 ia tdbadio .i6g&head.
At the end of four days he was
taken out much reduced. Fourth,
another dog was enclosed in a to.
bacco barrel and rolled down a
steep hill. Within two years that
dog went mad! Truly these are
Satan's nets! I could cite plenty f
more of such experiments. We
all know that a single drop of the
oil of tobacco placed on the end-bf
a dog's tail will k-ll a man in a
minute. Of four men lately killed i
on the Erie Railway three were t
smokers, and the father of the
other an inveterate chewer of to. *
bacco. On the bodies of the two:
men washed ashore after the late
stoi-m on 'Lake Michigan, papers
of tobacco were found. In my ]
own neighborhood, a very dis- I
tressing accident, by which a' most
estimable youn lady, the mother
of seven lovely children, broke her
leg, was occasioned by a pair of
runaway ho#ses running into a
fence that su-rrounded a field of a
tobacco. Miss Chloe Flatfoot re-i
cently died in the- county ad
joining mine at the age of 118t
years. She had -both chewed andi
smoked over 100 years, and as she a
had no disease till the time of her
death, it is only fair to E ..Dpose
that it was tobacco that killed
her. For so long a time .was a
Satan spreading his nets for her;
but I think Mr. K. will agree mvth
me that he must have her sure
now. Ent why multiply ex
amples? You know how it is
yourself. So, Mr. Editor, do not f
go on helpi.ng spread.these nets,r
by showing in your paper'how to1
grow -large crops of tobacco, any ]
more. Rather interline the book I
of Proverbs with the remarks oft
our second Solomon. Only let I
me add a -word of caution to that t
gentleman. Does he, let me ask,
use tea or coffee ? These are other e
nets of Satan as much as tobacco.
Does he eat rmince pies and use t
salearM&s%-More.--nete meeen-he I
indulge in ice-oreams or oysters ? f
Let him -beware,. lest, when he I
least expects, Satan, in scooping
in. his tobacco-users, fly away with <
him I Graham bread without salt
is his only salvation.
WHAT A PLATE or' PORK AND
BEANS ACCOMPLIsED.-It is saidi
that Isaac M. Singer, the sewing
machine man, has left a fortune i
of nineteen millions of dollars-i
fifteen millions in the United
States and four millions in Eu
rope. During the last twenty
five years of his life he spent a
great deal of money, but he made
a great deal more. The magnifi
cence of his estate forms a strik
ing contrast with the poverty and
privation in which he began. At
one time he was a strolling actor
in the West,' and after he had left
that profession and invented his
sewing machine, he was in such a
state of destitution that one day.
he had' only sixpence l.eft in the
world. After much deliberation,
ie bought himself a dinner of
pork and beans -with. his money,
and with the vigor derived from
this nourishing repast he went on
to accumulate the nineteen mil
lions he has left to his heirs.
The average daily wages paid
in cities in Massachusetts is $2,
and in the country $1.63.
ADVERTISINC'RATES,
Advertisements inserted at the rate of $1 .00
per square-one inch-for first insertion, ernd
75e. for each subsequent insertion, Double
column advertisements tenper cent on above
Notices of' meetings, obituaies and ff-is.t8
o f resDect, same rates per square as ordinai y
advertisemgnts.
Special notices in local column 15 cenis
erline.
Advertisements not mnarkedI with Ithe ncm.
)er ofinseooiRii J*_e"-q InAilt-forbid
idlizaaccordingly.
Special contracts Mad& with lag pAdvei
isers, with libeWa deductiots -on above &'tes
Done with Neatness and Dispaitch
Terms Cash.
HROW TRUFFLES DID) jr.
Ireturned to Ashville after an
Lbsence of three years and found
ny friend Truffles. groWn fat an'd
oviall with a face, the very. jAir
,or of peace and self-satiSfaction.
I'ruffles was the village bak&r, and
w, was not like this'when I, wenti
Mway.
"'Truffles,"3 said 1, "1howlis it?
[on have improved."
"Improved! -How?" --
"Why, in every'Way. What
iave you been doing ?17
Just then a little_ girl.e%MU in
vith a tattered shawl and.bare-.
DOoted, to whom - Truffles -gave&a
Daf of bread. c9oh, dear, Mr.
ruffies," th. e child said, _. 4th
rimming eyes, as she -tookitho
Daf of bread ; I'mambia is getting
otter, and she says she owes so.
anch to you,* Shei blesses.You,
nedeed she does."
"tThat's one of- the tlinp-~ I've
een doing," he said, -after'--the
buid bad go-ne.